i am in hudson.

i am staying in what suddenly feels like a gigantic house. it's filled with all the same things and all the rooms smell the same (except for the ones with the new carpet), and then all the wallpaper and everything is the same too, even in the kitchen with the weird maze wallpaper. sort of like a maze. maybe more like little roads that stop and start. that's better.

there are two dogs here. one of them is allowed to roam freely about, and is named rocky. the other one has a small little face that is very cute, with little eyes to match. he is very clumsy. that would be jake. today when i got home, rocky got very exasperated with jake for stealing his squeaky barbell. i tried to explain to rocky, very carefully, that jake was just a pup and wasn't quite attune to the same social graces as rocky was, but this did little to soothe his temper or end his pouting. so i made it up to him by putting jake back in his little crate with all the blankets, and took rocky upstairs for a nice afternoon nap. all was forgiven then.

there is also a very nice network router here, one that i bought and selected with my own hands. i worked--nay! i toiled!--to make sure it functioned properly in this house, creating a nice network with which to employ during the various times i am here. it was all set up in a perfect working order the last time i was in this particular room. lots of careful wires and tinkering and energy, you know, had to go into this simple little router. today, ready and able to begin work post-making-it-up-to-rocky nap by continuing to research my work for the noble professor donkey kong and marge, i opened up my trusty lapbox and attempted to begin work. nothing! nothing at all! making my way into the computer room, happy that i myself had set up the wireless network and therefore! would know what to do, i discovered to my horror when i got here, that, much to my chagrin, the network router was sitting very innocently, all by itself and lonely, unplugged and detangled and neat and tidy. the poor network router! my heart, ladies and gentlemen, sank like so many steamliners to the bottom of the cold, dark atlantic.

i write to you from my parents' computer, which sounds like a jetplane powering down when you shut it off. i'm thinking quite seriously about returning the favor, you know, the favor of unplugging the fucking--oops!--network router, by unplugging all of the rest of the computer equipment and setting it, piece by piece, all on the floor. i envision only leaving the network router plugged in and on top of this desk.

but maybe i'll just drink all the alcohol in the house instead.